The Sick Day
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Lestrade ran up the stairs to Sherlock's flat eager to have some help with this case. It was the middle of the day but he was sure Sherlock was there experimenting or annoying John or doing whatever it was he did to stave off the boredom. But the closer he got to the door the more confused he got, because he had a daughter and like every other man with a young daughter nowadays he could pick out that noise from sheer overexposure to it. He crept closer and sure enough he was hearing 'Let it Go,' the song that had haunted his nightmares since it became normal for his daughter to watch it as many times a day as time would allow. Why in the world was Sherlock watching Frozen?
He opened the door to the flat and saw Sherlock sitting on the floor playing Operation with a little girl who had a very red nose and watery dark blue eyes. She looked up at him and startled ducking behind Sherlock to hide. Sherlock looked down at her concerned before he looked up at Greg who was just snapping out of the shock of seeing a girl that looked like a perfect mix of Sherlock and his flat mate John. She had Sherlock's hair and his complexion but her facial features leaned more towards John save for her cheekbones which were as sharp as Sherlock's.
Sherlock looked pointedly at him as though challenging him to say something. He gestured to thee girl behind him with a wave of his hand in her direction. "Lestrade, this is my daughter Martha."
He looked down at the girl a kind smile on his face as he gestured to Lestrade. "Martha this is George Lestrade he works with mummy and daddy on cases."
"It's Greg." Lestrade said in a lighter tone than he usually used instead of snapping at Sherlock like he wanted to. "And I need to talk to your Daddy about a case."
She leaned out enough to nod her assent before ducking back behind Sherlock's legs. Sherlock turned to her and leaned down so that he didn't tower over her as much. "Why don't you go and get your dollies while Lestrade and I talk about the case?"
She nodded and walked up the stairs keeping an eye one Lestrade the entire time until she went into her room.
Greg looked at Sherlock. "So you and John then?"
Sherlock smirked. "It seems that Anderson hasn't completely rotted your brain, but I can't go to the crime scene today."
"Sherlock I need your help on this case." Greg said his voice drifting dangerously close to a whine.
"Martha is sick, John is working, and Mrs. Hudson is away for the day. I can't bring my daughter onto a crime scene John would kill me." Sherlock said sounding more worried about John's wrath than the possible psychological issues that could result from a little girl visiting a crime scene.
Grasping at straws Greg blurted out the first thought that came to his mind. "What about your brother Mycroft?"
"I didn't think anyone could be that happy about seeing your brother." Lestrade said as he drove to the crime scene thinking about how the little girl had practically leapt into Mycroft's arms the instant he walked into the flat.
"Of course she's happy he spoils her." Sherlock said in the fondest term he'd ever heard the man speak in when talking about his brother. "He'd give her the crown jewels if she said that she wanted them."
"I don't doubt that." Greg said with a laugh before he stopped curiosity getting the better of him. "So is there any reason I've never heard of her before?"
"I like to keep my work life separate from my home life besides why should I tell anyone at Scotland Yard that I have a daughter. They don't like me and they've made it clear that they think that John should leave me. Imagine how they would react if they knew that I had a daughter. I would never hear the end of it and neither would she." Sherlock said his voice holding a note of sadness.
"I understand." Greg said with a nod knowing that it was true. "I won't say anything about her if you don't want me to."
"At least I don't have to sit through that mindless movie again today." Sherlock said changing the subject and sounding extremely pleased with it. "I made the mistake of saying that since she was sick we could watch whatever she wanted. She wanted to watch Frozen. We were on the third viewing when you walked in."
"I know what you mean my girls nearly broke the DVD player watching it over and over and over again." Lestrade said with a grin even as he emphasized the overs. "I have nightmares about that movie. Last week I dreamed that that stupid snowman tried to gut me with his nose while 'Do You Want to Build a Snowman' was playing in the background. I will never be able to watch that movie the same way again."
"We just let Mrs. Hudson borrow it when it gets too bad. She'll keep it for a few days and we have a chance to watch something less annoying." Sherlock said his aversion to the movie clear. "I don't think I'll ever be able to fully delete it."
Greg smirked as they pulled up to the crime scene. "You should just let it go."
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